I have spent a gorgeous part of today wandering around Beacon Fell. It was absolutely beautiful, I will let the pictures do the talking…the dogs loved it too!
Ahhhhh. The joys of being a Northern Monkey!
I have spent a gorgeous part of today wandering around Beacon Fell. It was absolutely beautiful, I will let the pictures do the talking…the dogs loved it too!
Ahhhhh. The joys of being a Northern Monkey!
There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. – Henry James
I have been counting down to today and I’ve only been in work for 5 days – I don’t know how normal nine-to-fivers do it! Blissful day off spent with our Aussie friend visiting Grandmama and stuffing my face with dainty finger sandwiches and mini cakes, with a big fat scone to finish off. Needless to say I had announced before I left that today, for the first time in 3 weeks, I was not going to count what I ate.
Afternoon tea was absolutely gorgeous, how can things that are so small taste so amazing?You also have to love the fact that there is a 4th meal in the day (I think it is meant to take the place of lunch, but whatever.)
Everyone should try to go to the Westminster Tea Rooms on Lord Street, it’s tiny and the waitresses wear really old school uniforms and there are beautiful old chandeliers. There is no AC but you don’t care because it’s so quaint and cute.
The having a day off thing may seem counterproductive, but I have been going a little stir crazy with the heeeeuge amounts of soup I have been consuming. I feel like the Jamie Oliver pan I use to make the soup in the first place. And the day off the wagon has made me feel horrendous, truly.
I think I have got my body through the cold turkey phase and I can’t handle the shite I used to eat. Yes, all the easter chocolate in the shops (side note: what the hell, its January!!) really makes me want a crème egg or a Malteaser bunny but I won’t have one because I don’t want to waste calories on something that will satisfy me for maybe. Next stage is to make my brain realise the difference between want and need.
The dictionary defines want as “to desire something: to feel a need or desire for something”. Need is defined as “to require something, to be necessary”. In my head the line between these two very different verbs is blurred at best. Not to go all philosophical, but the way I am looking at it is that I have to reprogram my brain and slowly but surely things seem to be going my way.
I think I’m going to take Aussie girl to Manchester tomorrow. I was going to take her to Liverpool but I don’t know it as well and it is easier and quicker to get to Manc. Bit of a wander around the shops and a few cocktails – amazing.
I’m going to Manchester again on Friday for the weekend and am seriously counting down. I love going because it feels like going back to uni and not having anyone to answer to is amazing. A mini staycation for ZD. And I am planning on getting seriously drunk.
I have lost another 3.5lbs, bringing the grand total to 12.5lbs in 3 weeks – this is unbelievably amazing and I can’t quite believe it is true. I have 1.5 pounds to lose this week which I really hope that I will do so that will mean I have lost a stone in 4 weeks – how amazing is that?!
I am sort of starting to notice a difference in the way that my clothes are fitting but I am starting to regret not taking my measurements when I started this whole thing as I would be able to see then. I hope that soon I will see more of an improvement n the coming weeks, ready for Amsterdamage and beyond where I can wear some clothes that are a) fashionable b) flattering and c) I look good in. Summer 2012 is going to be a different one for me, I can feel it in my fat insulated bones.
4 days at work to go…..
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowline, sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain
We have a relative from Australia staying with us at the moment, she arrived late last night and is a little ball of energy. She is my mum’s 2nd cousin’s daughter or something, but our family is so small she might as well be my 1st cousin. Mum is spending the next few days touring round the North West with her and showing her some of her dad’s old haunts, where he used to live and such. She left Oz at the beginning of December and has mad e her way west over the last 2 months. The first month she spent with some (now ex-) friends and she has spent the last month in Berlin on her own, having a whale of a time.
She is 22, so quite old in the traveller scheme of things but still 4 years younger than me. She is also tiny, like 5ft nothing and looks about 14. When I went to pick her up she has these 2 huge bags of stuff that has been her world for the past 2 months and I think she is pretty happy to be in a home rather than a hotel or hostel.
Hearing about her travels made me ask myself if I could ever do the travelling thing. Having a Gap Year was never something that was an option – my parents have never had many rules but one of them was I couldn’t break my education (they rightly feared that I would never return to get a degree). If I wanted to travel when I graduated then that was fine, providing I had saved up enough money to fund it.
But as you probably know, uni didn’t turn out the way I had hoped, so at 21 I still wasn’t in a position to see the world. Off I went to university mark 2 and spent 2 years getting an actual degree. Cut to 2009, I graduate and am about to turn 24 and the urge to go away had passed. I was too old for roughing it and if I was going to see the world it needed to be in hotels not dormitories.
I’ve never felt an urge to flee Europe. I’ve been to NYC and it was an experience I’ll never forget in a city I immediately fell in love with. I’d love to see more of America and South America (Jilly Cooper writing about Argentinian polo players has inspired me!) and of course one day I’d love to go and visit the distant relatives we have in Australia. But it has always been a “maybe one day” thing for me, never a “I need to do this now” thing.
Recent events have shown me that life is short, through our own doing or through actions entirely alien to us. Every day I head home bracing myself for more bad news. I need to start planning my life and having goals and not just meandering through life without any purpose. This weight loss is a massive ongoing goal for me, but aside from that I need to decide what I want to do with my life.
See the world. Move out of home. Get a new car. (Win the lottery?!) Live in a city for a while and move back to the country when I grow jaded. (Inspiration for that taken from this song, obviously).
Don’t live your life with regrets and no ambition. Do what you want to do and stuff the people who say you can’t. Get rid of the toxic relationships in your life and forge new friendships with people who see why you are ace. I’m beginning to realise through this process that I have a lot of people around me who love me to pieces, meaning those who are out to hurt me I do not need to keep around. I’d rather have a handful of great friends than lots of people I can only say hello to and not much else.
This week has been ok so far. Went out for a meal with Colour of Money (congrats on your news lady!!) and Oh Em Geee. (Ha!). Gorgeous restaurant in Southport, modern with an Italian feel. Had 3 courses and splurged. The dessert was to die for. Definitely a good find and I think we will be returning.
Work has been pretty hardcore this week, effectively 4 team members down and me and Geeraffe holding the fort, pressure cooker-o-rama. Wedding on Saturday, 2 days off then I am counting down to the Lost Weekend, Wales and some well needed time at home.
Not sure how my weight loss will go this week. Ideally I want to lose 3 pounds then I only have 2 to go until I’ve lost a stone – unbelievable!!!
Thinking about: Broski and Saturday
Loves to: Mrs B, Mrs T2B, Patsy, COM, OMG
Planning: Trip to Wales in a few weeks, lovely Welsh comforts
Video of the day: Disney Gorgeousness
Song of the day: Friends, Friend Crush
“We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.”
― S.J. Watson, Before I Go to Sleep
I scare myself sometimes that I can’t remember things. Reading Before I Go To Sleep at the moment and it’s an amazing book. I gasp every time I turn the page. (Well, metaphorically turn the page; in reality I am clicking the button on my Kindle!). It’s scary what the human body is capable of, although I have not finished the book yet it’s very interesting in terms of long term and short term memory.
I am amazing with dates and names. This is useful in my job when I have to know if we have a wedding booked on a certain date, or who is booked on which date. I can say, with a large amount of certainty, whether I will be able to be free on a Saturday in April to go and party (Yes, to the first 2..!). However, my long term memory is shot at. My school life is a blur to me, which is worrying seeing as I spent 13 years (shite, half my life!) in primary and secondary education.
I loved primary school. It was so much fun, I was lucky the school I went to was excellent stood me in good stead for the rest of my education. I would like to think that the reason for my lack of specific memories is because I was young. Every day in my mind was sunny, we got to play on the top field every single lunch time and most of my days were spent doing arts and crafts. In my head anyway.
Secondary school was a different story. I was one of the lucky few who were deemed good enough to attend the nearest grammar school. The only thing I wanted when I was 11 was to be away from the annoying and disgusting boys I had been to primary school with, so off to the all-girls school I went.
Years 7-9 were fine. It was when I turned 15 I began to get restless. Living 20+ miles away from school let alone any potential friends was a nightmare. I am forever thankful to my parents for ferrying me around, but in reality it was just horrible. No one was that bothered about inviting me anywhere as it would mean me having to get a long bus and then stay over which was just hassle all round. Once the reprobates from the boys’ school got involved it was just horrendous, I began to hate my life and was so unhappy I just needed to get out of there.
Part of me regrets leaving the school for 6th form, lord knows that had I stayed my A levels would have been amazing and therefore my university work ethic would have been far better. But leaving to go to a different 6th form with the people who have ended up being my closest friends was the best decision that I have ever made. Academically it was the worst, but going to HGS made me the person I am today. Which some may consider a bad thing, I think it’s pretty awesome really.
The strange thing is I can’t really remember specifics about school life. I can’t remember why I hated it so much – I really enjoyed the academic challenges that were thrown my way and I was able to push my brain to my limits, certainly I miss using my brain now and I know the education I had built the foundations for skills that I have now – but socially, I can’t remember any incidents that made me really unhappy. Have I made this feeling up in my head to make me feel better about my decision to leave? Or have I locked away the horrible memories in order to protect myself from getting upset about them?
I don’t think I’ll ever know the answer to this. But I do worry that if I can’t remember things now, what will I be like in 30, 40, 50 years’ time? I hope that I can keep this writing up; hopefully it’ll help jog my memory in years to come!
I know I haven’t written much this week. Mainly because nothing has really happened. My life seems to have ground to a halt; everyone is busy or doesn’t want to do anything. The bad news keeps on coming; everything is crossed and crossed again to hang on for good news. Surely nothing else can go wrong?
I have written off January. Fabulous February is where it’s at. I hope. I hate my girls are spread over the country because I miss them so much it hurts.
Oh, I definitely recommend this book. It is un-put-downable.
Get in my life: Mrs B, Grumpy Bear, Reedy, Li’l J, Chindian, Jolls
Loving: Paul Nicholls is in Law and Order now. SWOON!
Crushing on: Simon Cowell circa 1992
Vowing: to book my train tickets this week
Song of the day: Lose Yourself – Eminem (Thank you. You know who you are)
How do I climb up on out of this funk I’m in? – Sam Sparro
Life is sucky. These last few weeks it seems to be one thing after another for bad news, had some more today. Maybe not news that has affected me personally, but just bad news that upsets the people around me.
I hope the universe has some fricking good shit around the corner for me and mine, please some engagements, marriages and babies in the pipeline for us to celebrate! 2012 has not got off to the amazing start that I had hoped.
Have been off today so have mainly been making soup and lounging around. Favourite activities! Soup was sweet potato and chilli; it has a definite kick to it, yum scrum. I don’t have another 9am start until Saturday – what bliss!
I am currently watching The Vicar of Dibley, I needed some joyful goodness crap, and I think I will follow it with a bit of Bridget (a staple for Patsy –aka Granny Pants – and me. Nothing like Bridget to get me out of a funk.
Was supposed to meet the Policeman and BFF tomorrow but it is not to be as they are meeting early and I am working till 9pm. I miss them both and I hate that I don’t get to see them half as much as I would like, but the Boy especially. Fricking restrictive career choice. I hope our trip to NZ comes off. We think we’ll be the most perfect travelling partners as we know when to leave each other alone. And we have a mutual appreciation for The Boosh and The Conchords.
BFF and I are off to Amsterdam in March so we shall discover then if we can travel together, I think we’ll be ok. We need to book a hotel ASAP; any suggestions send them this way as we are both totally clueless as to where we need to go!
Patsy and I are busy planning the #lostweekend that will take place at the end of January. Grill on the Alley, Harvey Nicks and Crazy Wendy’s are being bandied about, all of which are super appealing to little old me. Can’t wait for staycation…2 weekends, 4 late nights and 1 wedding to go!
Diet has been hard today; I think the problem is that when I’m at home on my day off all I want to do is eat. And eat. And eat. Turns out we didn’t eat all of the Christmas food that Mummy Dearest bought, I haven’t made a start on it but now I know it’s there I will probably turn to it in some moment of weakness.
Hence my plan to just not be in the house! Or to be in bed when I am in the house…I need plans and I need them fast! Cinema this weekend – methinks that carrot sticks and plain popcorn may have to be smuggled in, I am after all a sucker for picnmix. Going to relish Fri, Sat and Sun night’s off-bliss.
Please be sending positive vibes out into the world whenever you can, you never know when you’re going to be needing them back…
All loves to: The Policeman, Patsy, Grumpy Bear, BFF
Song of the Day: When I’m Alone – Lissie
Quote of the day: “Come the fuck on, Bridget”
Hoping: I get to see people soon.
Must: Book my train tickets tomorrow!!
“Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune, so no one will suspect
I’m afraid” – The King and I
I seem to have developed a nervous twitch. Now that I have noticed that I do it, it seems to be getting worse. I have dropped myself in it on several occasions recently, including calling someone by their brother’s name (someone I have known all their life and most of mine) because I haven’t seen them in so long and asking after someone’s partner with whom they broke up over three years ago. The worst part was I knew they’d broken up but I had this massive brain fart and didn’t know what to say in that awkward lull in the conversation!
This twitch is that when I think about the embarrassment I felt I start to hum. No particular tune, just hum. It’s really odd! It’s spreading as well, when I watch something cringe worthy on the TV I start to hum, or when I’m nervous about meeting people this noise comes out of my mouth and I can’t help it! If anyone has any advice on what to do please, send it my way!
I have had such a busy 2 days, the first Open Weekend of the year and many people through the door. This is when I really love my job, the wide-eyed anticipation and excitement of the thought of getting married, nothing can beat it. And being able to show the house off was a brilliant moment, hopefully it will encourage people to come back and speak to us.
Gearing up for the first wedding of 2012 in 2 weeks which should be good fun. They are a great couple and I’ve seen the wedding from start to finish so it’s come full circle and I feel I know them really well which always helps when you have to run the biggest day of their lives so far.
Diet is going well. Being so busy at work I wasn’t able to eat as often as I would have liked, but I haven’t been super naughty (OK, the cupcake woman being at work was an awful awful temptation that I succumbed to, but still…..)
This week is going to be hard due to late night/early mornings (damn Geeraffe’s hols!), but am counting down to the #lostweekend in Manchester in 3 week’s time – I cannot wait.
Sunday Schnugs: JJW, RFBM, BFF (always), the Policeman (you’re ace), Beav (you lickle star!), Geeraffe (ug, enjoy the hols if you must), Mrs B, Granny Pants (3 weeks..), Big Dipper (you know who you are. Get in my life. And out for the toxic waste!)
Video of the day: Baby Monkey
Song of the Day: Somebody That I Used To Know – Gotye (Video without the creepy naked guy especially for Tails)
Hallelujah Moment: I have lost 6 pounds this week YES!
“My soul is an island, my car is a Ford.” – She’s All That
Have just got in from a lovely meal for my Grandma’s 81st – ate far too much, drank far too much (totes forgot I wasn’t meant to be drinking till Feb, genuinely, which is scary!). Just a short and sweet post tonight as it’s after midnight and I have to get up in ooo 6 hours.
Mainly, please tell your friends and family how much you love them daily. If you think someone is a bit low try to find out why, don’t leave it to fester. Not going into detail but have had some shocking news tonight and I vow, once again, to see my friends and family as often as I can. A job isn’t everything in life but the people around me pretty much are. Without them I am nothing.
I don’t really feel like writing much tonight. I’ll be in higher spirits tomorrow as it’s the Open Weekend at work with the house, no doubt I will meet some characters..!
As I have said above, I ate too much tonight and I feel shocking. If you’d seen the menu presented to me I’d have challenged you to eat healthily! The place we went is super traditional, cream in everything and 4 courses!!! However, today is the equivalent of Sunday to me, I’m not making excuses I should have gone off menu, but I did change from crumble to meringue without cream for pud..it’s a start!
My cake went down well also, apparently the kitchen staff were also tucking in. I should have known from past experience it is a bad idea to ask the restaurant to portion any cake……
Anyway. I’m orf to Bedfordshire. Here is my picture of the day:
Love loves: The Policeman (need more of you in my life), The BFF (*squeeeeze*), RFBM (talk to me anytime xx)
Daily crushington: Adam Levine
underrated film of the day: Prime
Song I love but had forgotten about: Ghostwriter, RJD2
And so when I hear about negative and false attacks, I really don’t invest any energy in them, because I know who I am – Michelle Obama
I am not an easy person to get on with. You have to work your ticket with me. I don’t like to waste my time with people and as such I have a slight reputation for being a bitch. It was well known at my old place of work that I didn’t bother with anyone new until they’d been there at least a month; my attitude was (and if I’m brutally honest still is) if you aren’t going to stick around then why should I spend time getting to know you?
I have quite a list of people that I have fallen out with over the years. Some stand out more than others. All were female – go figure. I love my girlfriends but its I’m definitely a girl who gets on better with boys. I miss my boys now I don’t see them as much anymore, but all the better when we do get to catch up.
High school was pretty rubbish, so “not me”. All girls, all high achieving and fiercely competitive. I fell somewhere in the middle, I wasn’t naughty so wasn’t on teachers radars, yet wasn’t the cleverest so again they weren’t that bothered with me. Coupled with living 20 miles away (which seems nothing now but at the time an hour on a bus was too far for a social life!) I just hated my time there.
I did meet some lovely girls and now and again I do wish I’d kept in contact with more of them but when I left I pretty much severed all contact with everyone I knew there. Bar bumping into people in random places from time to time and being “Facebook Friends” with a few it’s a part of my life that just isn’t on my radar anymore.
There was one girl, however , that I will never forget. No matter who I tried to be friends with she was always flitting around. She supposedly was getting jiggy with an older married man, which now seems ridiculous, but she was just always there undermining me.
And I hated her. Like really really hated her, it got to a point where I couldn’t even speak to her which was hard when we had every class together. She was one of the main reasons I left to go to another school for 6th form.
Imagine my delight walking into my local last week and seeing her working behind the bar…as my mum loves to say “bide your time..they’ll get theirs”. And it looks like she has! The joy I got in seeing her there was indescribable. I didn’t stay long enough to find out what she was doing there, whether it was a second job or her only job, but for once it wasn’t me to whom people were saying “So…what do you want to do in life?” (as I was so frequently asked at the restaurant!).
This post is turning into quite the hateful rant so time for a bit of love..if it hadn’t been for a small group of friends who adopted me I wouldn’t have survived. “The Broughton Girls” as they were lovingly known really did change my mid teen years; if it wasn’t for them I’d have been so unhappy.
But thanks to the endless sleepovers at GB and BFF’s houses and birthday parties at Guys Court and of course the infamous party to celebrate the end of GCSEs where someone ended up in a pond I muddled through and headed off the 6th form with them a happy little ZD.
Fast forward to uni and my ex housemate. How I fell into the same group as this girl I will never know, she was hideous. But I couldn’t break away from her. It makes me really sad that because of the breakdown in our relationship I don’t speak to the girl who was the first proper friend I made at Loughborough. She caused trouble wherever she went, she broke up friendships, she cheated on her boyfriend and had us all cover for her, she changed people.
However because of this grotbag I have my London Ladies who I adore and again they were my sanctuary. So every cloud I guess…last I heard she was working in a dead end job and leeching off the boyfriend she is still with, having never graduated from uni. Bravo.
What I’m trying to say is that even if I sometimes seem abrasive, I’m rarely wrong about people. If I get a weird vibe off you, I will back away because I know at some point you will cause me trouble. I used to be all about the drama, but now I just want an easy life with lovely people, and this means not cluttering my world with toxic friendships.
It’s been a while since someone like this entered my life; I like to think it is because my radar is so finely tuned (but it’s more likely because I haven’t met anyone new for a while!). Whoever crosses me will get theirs. Often with very little meddling from me.
Today has been a good day. I have baked a cake, my favourite hobby. I also have the joy of another day off tomorrow and a Saturday night off. Not much more I could ask for! No walking today as it is a rest day but I’ll be back on it tomorrow. First weigh in on Sunday – my beef stew went down rather well this evening lets hope I can stay away from the pie at the meal out tomorrow night!
Off to torture myself with Celeb Big Bro now, what Z listers are in it this year?!
Lovely People: Granny Pants, Beav, Li’l J (We will talk soon I promise!), huge loves to BFf today xoxo
Nostalgic For: House parties and punch
Daily Lust: Gotta be Douglas Booth, even though he is just a baby..(coughdewgarcough)
Music for the moment: Right Back Where We Started From, Maxine Nightingale
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it-Ferris Bueller, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
When I was little, I was certain that I would have a house at 24, be married when I was 25, kids by 28, the cookie cutter 1950’s existence by the time I was 30. That’s what my parents’ lives panned out to be, why on Earth would mine be any different? How wrong I was!
I’m 26. I live at home. I am nowhere near meeting “the man of my dreams” (and to be honest…I’m ok with that). I do have a career but it is most definitely in its infancy. As for kids..no thanks. I’ll be ok without. For now at least anyway. Or the foreseeable future.
It definitely appears, from what I see at work at least, the average age of couples getting engaged to be married (not engaged to be engaged which is a whole other situation that really annoys me!) is getting older. I think there was one couple in the 30 odd that I saw get married last year that were younger than me. This made me feel a whole lot better about myself and my situation!
Of course I have planned my dream wedding (French château, walking through vines, everyone staying for a week, lots of wine – bliss), but when I actually sit and think about it I’m not altogether sure I will ever get married. I don’t know why, it’s just not something that’s on my radar. I can imagine the wedding..just can’t imagine me being there. Weird huh?!
On a side note when I was little I also thought I would be a clown when I was a grown up, make of that what you will. Has anyone followed their dreams through from when they were little? I highly doubt it. Live for the moment, not for the future – you never know what’s around the corner.
Today has mainly been fun, working with Beav always is. Until I realised the one thing I needed to do hadn’t been done, I’m off for the next two days (maybe a trip to Manchester….hint?) and I had 45 minutes before I might have to go into extra time. I roped Beav into helping me and together we managed to finish – THANK YOU!
We bonded today, me and Beav. Was larvely J I hope I wasn’t too honest with you-it was all meant with love *mwah*. As LoughboroughZoe™ used to say, “I’m not a bitch, I’m just blunt”. I guess TodayZoe™ lives by the same phrase. That and saying genuinely in an Aussie accent far too often.
Curried parsnip soup was the order of the day – so yummy. Homemade by my mummy’s fair hands and rice cakes to accompany (ugh like eating cardboard – the soup definitely helped!) Standard pud and home to 2 dogs sat patiently, how can they know in 3 days of doing this that when I get home from work we go for a walk?! Dylan was struggling on the second loop but I think that he is just a wimp in the wind and the rain!
Broski found out his knee is a lot worse than he thought so I met him on my way back with a pizza in hand -well jell! At least he didn’t eat it in front of me.
I know this post has been a bit rambling, feeling a bit anti computers today. Hmm. Beav has asked me to design some posters for her shop that’ll be fun. Send me the info over asap lady.
Tomorrow should be interesting – baking a cake for my Grandma’s 81st birthday. She was kinda out of it for her 80th last year so this year is 80 mk 2. Out for a meal with the family but she needs a cake and I got a shed load of baking stuff for Christmas so time to use is.
Only this time I can’t eat the baking mix as I go along (scientific purposes, obv) but anyway there’ll be more for everyone else. Any cake ideas heeeeugley appreciated.
All in this entire whole thing is going fairly ok. I was looking at old photos today. Equally shocked and pleased with the yoyo weights I have been over the years. Here’s to not being like July 2007 again, and bring on February 2008 and/or July 2009. Please?
Kisses for all
Daily schnugs to: Tails (totes a fisher. Goon), Beav (Funky TEEEA), Granny Pants (miss you), Li’l J (Get in my life)
#overheard: “Look at all the Ryvita crumbs hiding in my crack!”
Craving: The chocolate fudge cake (Lathams of course, had to be) that is sat in the kitchen just one room away
Film of the moment : The Family Stone – purely for Luke Wilson
Song of the day: Funky Town, Lipps Inc
“Compared to friendship, gold is dirt”
I consider myself inordinately lucky to have my friends. I have little pockets scattered everywhere and it is pretty much ace. Not only that, but they continue to surprise me.
Take the one I work with who text me at 9pm this evening to ask if I’d like some porridge tomorrow for breakfast when we get into the office because she knows how I’m always running late (10 minutes late this morning – damn the kids being back at school and the bloody A6) and never have time for breakfast.
Or the one who signed my Christmas card xoxo Gossip Girl because of our mutual love for it. And there’s the one who has given me practical advice on the world of running without being horrendously patronising, the other one who came up with the TomScale™.
The one who introduced me to the other meaning of the word “juice” and the one who knows why Booths in Windermere is heaven.
None of the above will mean anything to anyone, but it all means something to me. Snippets of my life that stick in my head. I am not the most sociable of people (trying to improve this!) and I know that quite a lot of the time the excuse of work may not sit that well but it is the honest truth! I don’t even see my own house for as many hours as I would like a week!
What I’m trying to say is I’m sorry if it seems that sometimes I take our friendship for granted. I don’t. I just find it hard to show my appreciation sometimes – please take all of the above as a love letter to you, my friend. I love you, appreciate you, miss you and want to see you a whole lot more in 2012.
Today has been hard mainly because (and this sounds ridiculous) of the weather. The office at work is small and has windows 2 sides meaning with the weather warning worth gales on the Fylde coast it felt like we were on the inside of a washing machine all day.
This coupled with a freezing cold hall in which to eat our lunch meant that more than anything I wanted to be snacking on some rocky road bites from Tesco – I have become very familiar with the world of Tesco Express since I started working where I do.
I didn’t succumb though and stuck with my emergency satsumas. I managed to grab some porridge today because my lovely Mummy J was off work and made me some brekkie. (Yes I live at home, call my mother Mummy and I fricking love it). As previously mentioned the traffic was horrendous, but I got to work and was busy all morning.
Lunch was very cold but warmed up with some of the stew from last night and the standard banana and yoghurt pudding. I flew out of the door at 7 to come home to the 2 waiting pooches (sooo cute!)
Pushed myself out of the door to go on a walk – twice round the block today so walked for half an hour. I didn’t run today because a good friend has told me not to go too extreme so I will continue to run a day walk a day until I feel confident enough to run continuously.
Chilli for tea which was amazing. Still got some allowance left so thinking some rice pud next!
I know it’s pretty boring reading about my meals every day but I need to write them down otherwise I know I’ll begin to not record and cheat!
Have planned my first weekend off of the year at the end of the month – moving to Manchester for the weekend to be taken to the wilds of West Dids. How good a time I’ll allow myself to have will depend on my progress with this health kick!
Thank you so much for reading this and for the continued messages of support, it means the world to me and I will try and be funnier in the posts to come, with maybe some things to entertain!
It’s far too late for me to be up and I’ve just wasted an hour of my life watching the TV show “The Bank Job”, so time for me to head to my bed. Although….a Luke Wilson film has just started on Sky..hmm…tempting….
In the worlds of the mum of the BFF – I’ll see you Anon
Daily Loves go to – The Grumpy Bear, Li’l J, BFF, BFFSIL, Geeeeraffe
Favourite Hashtag of the Last 24 hours – #desribeyoursexlifewithamovie
Looking forward to – a catch up with a lovely little bundle of Bristolian-ness
Missing – old friends and bygone friendships
Wishing – I had some plans for the next few weeks!
Song of the day – Call It What You Want– Foster The People